By Jason Ling

Relic

By Ethan Mijeli

I swallowed my pride and gave birth to cherub wingsWhich lift me to mountain peaks,Where I dance in the moon beams.That is where I meet him.

He sits among the pinesThat overlook the dotted hillside,Perched in branches that stretch towards God’s dreadlocks.And he counts all of the treesAnd all of the leaves.Losing count and starting over and over,And losing count and starting over and over.

Chasing my dreams until I’m out of breathTo fall asleep in the clouds.I lose my count to start over and overBefore I ask, why?I dry my eyes and weep no moreAnd fade into the delicate evergreen.